rara's everyday

May 8, 2014

I'm not sure when exactly it happened.
I mean, most days I feel asleep at the wheel, draining cup after cup of that sweet elixir coffee, just to maintain composure, or keep my eyelids from snapping shut on me.
But somewhere between the sleepless nights and foggy days, I have become solely responsible for everyone's behind business.

I don't remember signing up for this part of parenting.
I mean, where did it ever say that you will required to deal with poop until your kid's about 5? (someone with older kids, please tell me it ends by five or I might go postal over here)